Bluebirds: ‘There Is No God’

Bluebirds: 'There Is No God'

Bluebirds: ‘There Is No God’

There’s another addition to the murky world of new bands, spearheaded by the likes of Fat White Family and Amazing Snakeheads, all of which are pissed off with just about everything. Bursting onto the scene this time it’s the not-so-aptly named Bluebirds who are setting out with an eerie debut EP, uncontroversially titled ‘There Is No God’. 

The trio’s release is an unashamedly abrasive debut into the depths of post-punk; a world that’s seen a marked rise in popularity of late. The five-track features lengthy, sprawling numbers with an acidic social commentary the spine throughout. The tempo often drags along the floor, the slow pace turning the vocals into what is essentially a chant. On Subcultural Love, singer Daniel Telford’s repeated acerbic command, “We need to see some more skin” quickly transitions into a mantra which gets darker with every utterance.  

The instrumentation is a mesh of Dracula church organ, crunchy guitars and half-baked drums, the like of which feature heavily on Dale Barclay’s new project, And Yet It Moves, an all too obvious influence for the band. As for the vocals, they’re often painted with a coating of reverb so thick that it feels like Telford’s sneering jibes and cutting commentary is recorded in the grandest of cathedrals, it’s all very fitting for the organ vibe. 

The second track, Dog, is perhaps the most approachable for those not versed in this level of dreary rock ‘n’ roll. A typically gruelling beat sits beneath jagged guitar as Telford rattles on about New York City, although it has to be said with considerably less romanticism than Sinatra. All together now! “New York, new life, she’ll pluck my eyes out with a kitchen knife” Sinatra or Telford? You tell me. 

In addition to the unnerving organ, I Fell In Love With A Call Girl features some sinister piano playing, which only just avoids being engulfed by Telford’s drawl. Coming in at a mammoth eight minutes and thirty-three seconds, the track is emblematic of the lack of pretence around this band. It’s hard to pretend like you don’t care but it’s seemingly very easy if you actually don’t. The sound is ballsy, shares no desire to meet expectation and engages the listener in a marathon of discord and screams. 

Although on first listen Bluebirds are an aggressive, rambling outfit, this record is actually a well refined debut from what are sure to be the next success in this rapidly expanding genre. Bluebirds sit very well placed amongst the growing number of groups moving into what is a new day for post-punk. Long may it continue. 

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Channel 7A: Jamie McDonald